#vers3.5

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@malwxre (x)

Given Elliot’s attitude so far, his sudden shift in expression confused him even before he spoke. Him? He mouthed a ‘what’, frowning. Was him the other Elliot? Whatever that meant. Sighing heavily, he moved away from him, his hands on his waist. He didn’t have the time or the energy for this. He should either hit him again, get his frustration out on him or just send him the fuck away. But he found himself doing either of those things, a part of him still wanting to understand this, still wanting Elliot in his life.   ❝What’s the fucking difference?❞ 

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@gcdhacked  (darlene) liked this for a short drunk starter

❝Is everyone but Elliot gonna come here?❞ he didn’t bother getting up from the couch, or worry about how she might react. His head was resting at the back of the couch, holding an almost empty bottle of vodka.  ❝There was this guy with...that left the dog.❞

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@gcdhacked (x)

He wasn’t even sure why he told him that, he should have been focusing on telling him about everything he had ruined. ❝Do you even know why you are sorry?❞ Huffing, he sat down, his hands running through his hair in frustration. He wanted to be angry at him so much. To hate him. It would make things easier. He wouldn’t be any different than the Dark Army and soon enough they would both be destroyed.  He hated that he couldn’t hate him. If he did he could blame everything on him. It would be easier than to blame someone he had never met, to have him as the source of his grief. Hate or love, Elliot was part of it. His dream was destroyed before he found that he was just a pawn, before Santiago had informed him about Joanna’s death with that cold look in his face.

❝It wasn’t supposed to be this way. None of it. ❞  At the same time, he didn’t want to hate him. Elliot was the only one he had left. But did it really matter, if Elliot did not want to be there? If the connection he had felt was just as real as the control they had over White Rose’s plan? No, what he felt must have been real, even if it was over. It all had to mean something, he couldn’t have been so wrong.

❝ Did you ever wanted this? How things were supposed to be...❞

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@gcdhacked  (elliot) liked this for a short drunk starter

Was that how his life was going to be from now on? A series of bottles of vodka, an empty house full of things that reminded him of the family he had lost — days of pretending he is the poster boy of E-Corp? Everything had turned to shit, even more than he ever fret it would be and it was only getting worse.

 ❝I am done. With everything.❞ he muttered, thinking out loud, without looking at Elliot. As if he would give a fuck.  ❝What’s the fucking point, hm? There is nothing I can do about...anything.❞ 

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@teenhrror (x)

Before he could even think about doing this properly, he pushed him against a wall, his forearm pressing his neck. ❝If you ever say something like that again, if you ever speak to me like that— I swear I will kill you with my own hands.❞ Even though he was still angry with Elliot, he wouldn’t let them hurt him, he had already lost too much and he hated them. Especially JD. If he as much as said Elliot’s name again... Killing Sharon had its consequences, but if he could kill her, and he could kill that motherfucker that was here merely to provoke him too. If he could make seventy one buildings blow up, he could make the entire Dark Army disappear.

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@eyescaptivate liked this for a starter

❝It’s none of your fucking business.❞ he said through his teeth. He wasn’t sure how much he had drunk, he just wanted something to feel anything other than frustration, other than pain.  ❝What are you even doing here?❞  Had he call her? He couldn’t remember. He didn’t want her there. Did he? No. He didn’t want anyone. Why was she here?  She barely got out of the house.